This does not change the fact that in Australia there are 48 million kangaroos and in Uruguay there are 3,457,380 inhabitants. So if the kangaroos decide to invade Uruguay, each Uruguayan will have to fight 14 kangaroos...
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Shut your eyes and listen closely
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Shut your eyes and listen closely. Do you feel it? The gentle clicks of a finely crafted keyboard massaging your eardrums? The soft soothing moan that comes from a man that has seen the inside of his attic and understands many things? The jovial chuckles awakening memories of the trips with the family to your uncle's barn on a mild summer evening when you were a kid? That is what Kripp's stream is to me. I am at peace.
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Why is my BLACK friend so racist?
So I was playing chess with my BLACK friend the other day and something rather curious happened. As we were about to start playing he asked, βCould I play as white this time?β Why is my BLACK friend being so racist????? Clearly your color doesnβt matter and as privileged white man myself I could not bear listening to these words!!!!!! Black? White? Itβs all the same guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Kripp, this is an intervention
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Kripp, this is an intervention. We are very worried about you. Ever since you started playing Hearthstone, you have been becoming more and more casual. We care about you very much, but we can't just sit back and watch you torture yourself. Perhaps religion may help, have you heard of your lord and savior, RNGesus?
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Kripp's streaming checklist
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*stretch* β "mmmm kay" β "yeah alright" β "fuckin A" β "if he drew anything else I would've won" β "how's this guy SO LUCKY?" β "TOPDECK FLAMESTRIKE, YEAP" β "topdeck into topdeck into topdeck, yeah that's how you get 12 wins guys" β
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I'm not gay but I want to live with Kanye West
I want to live in a log cabin in the woods with Kanye. We won't ever have sex, but there will be a simmering erotic undercurrent as I stand in the kitchen window watching him tighten his ass as he chops wood, shirtless, sweat pouring off his body. I'll run upstairs and masturbate, the entire time forcing myself to think of women while my thoughts drift back to Kanye. I won't be able to climax and I'll eventually go back downstairs, angry. Sometimes we will look across the table and catch each other's eyes, and in that second, anything is possible, but we both deny ourselves and go back to what we were doing. One day one of us will die, and the other will bury him outside the log cabin. Then they'll go inside, pen a brief missive to their departed friend, and commit suicide, never able to deal with life without their one true platonic love.